After the death of my mother and the cold silence left by my stepfather, I got in touch with him through **. I expressed my concern and asked about his whereabouts. He was silent for a long time, and then replied hesitantly, "Thank you for your concern, but your mother is no longer there, and there is no need to buy any household items." ”
Then he decisively ended the call. I couldn't help but be confused, remembering that my mother brought an unknown stepfather into our home 20 years ago. At that time, I had just entered college, and I was full of suspicion and resistance to this stranger. However, as time went on, I gradually changed my perspective – I was deeply moved by my mother's frailty, my stepfather's hard work, and the deep affection between them.
Over the next 10 years, my relationship with my stepfather gradually warmed up due to his selfless dedication to the familyEspecially after my mother's business was in trouble, he took the initiative to take care of my mother and fully supported my career development. Until a few months ago, when his mother's condition deteriorated, he still took care of him, so much so that after his mother's death, he decided to leave silently. This made me feel that my mother's choice to marry this stranger was not purely for profit, but more importantly because of love and true feelings. Therefore, I have come to regard him as my father and have devoted myself unreservedly to my love for him.
Despite this, my stepfather, who lived in my mother's old house, was never able to accept me as his son. After many attempts, I showed him understanding and gave up the idea of forcibly changing his perception. Despite this, I insisted on providing him with monthly living expenses, visiting him often with my family, and hiring a family** to take care of him in his old age. Finally, some time ago, he left the world peacefully. Although he did not officially admit me as a person, I believe that deep down he accepted me.
The above is my family story, from the initial doubts and incomprehension, to the gradual understanding and acceptance, after twists and turns, but also feel the warmth and sense of responsibility of the family. I was fortunate to have the love of my stepfather, and I fulfilled my obligations as a son. I wish every benefactor a wonderful old age.